Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.